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The little monk sneakily raised the leather bag in front of Wan Lin. He whispered with a red face: "This...this is all me...the enemy's trophies I captured on the battlefield. Didn't you say that everything was captured?"
I... I have to hand it in, so I... I secretly... kept it secretly. You... you don't tell me... my master told me, I... I broke the discipline again, I want...
...Or if he gets angry again, you...can you go back and...take care of me again?"
He then secretly glanced at the master who was speaking, and then said pitifully: "This...this is...originally...I want to leave it to my master and...and my senior brother. I'm afraid...of you."
When I saw that it wasn't... collected, I... didn't dare to tell... tell you, you... you, don't give it to me... it wasn't... confiscated, this... this is what I... I gave to Master and...
My first gift from senior brother."
When Wan Lin and others heard the young monk's answer, their hearts trembled, and their faces all showed distressed looks. They knew that the young monk had just joined the army, and his allowance for a private soldier was very small, so he really couldn't afford it.
What a decent gift.
Moreover, Wan Lin was afraid that the boy would lose the money carelessly, so he asked Xiaoya to save the money for him. Xiaoya and Lingling had prepared the daily things that the boy needed.
I really don't have any money.
Wan Lin saw the boy's worried look, raised his hand and touched the boy's head lovingly and said: "This time we decided to come back to see your master and the others temporarily, so we didn't prepare too many gifts. Before we come back next time, we
I'll take you to the mall, and if you want to give it to Master and Senior Brother, we will prepare it for you."
As he spoke, he looked at the animal skin bag in the young monk's hand, and his expression darkened. Feng Dao and Bao Ya, who were standing next to him, saw Wan Lin's expression and quickly looked over.
The small leather bag actually contained three black pistols, three sharp sabers, many cans of beef, and several spare magazines for the pistols.
The three of them then understood that these were weapons that the young monk had picked up from the enemy's corpses on the battlefield and was going to give them to his master and two senior brothers.
Bao Ya stared at the goldfish eyes, stared at the pistol in the bag and shouted in a low voice: "My little ancestor, a gun can't be a gift!" Feng Dao also looked up at the young monk and whispered: "Jing Heng, this
They are all weapons, I cannot give these to your master and senior brother."
The young monk became anxious upon hearing this. He stared at the two men and stammered: "Why... why can't it be done? I... my master and... and my senior brother are in this mountain, too...
It’s too dangerous. There are… there are many ferocious beasts here, and there are also… some suspicious bad… bad people.”
He then looked at Wan Lin and said anxiously: "Leopard...Leopard head, go up...Last time, that...that razor was...in and out of the surrounding mountains. I...my master and the others were too...
…It’s too dangerous, so I…I’ll bring them something for self-defense.”
Wanlin and the others heard the young monk's anxious cry, and they already understood the young monk's intention. The mountains where the Lingyi Temple is located are far away from the world. There are often wild beasts in the surrounding mountains, and occasionally there are some desperate gangsters carrying illegal items.
Passing through these mountains while crossing the border.
Moreover, in the previous stage, the dangerous enemy Razor did appear in this mountain with two assistants, so it was somewhat dangerous for Jing Heng's master and two senior brothers to live in this mountain.
Feng Dao and Bao Ya understood what the little monk meant, and they both looked at Wan Lin with some embarrassment. They both knew in their hearts that only the police and soldiers have the right to be equipped with guns, and no civilians have the right to hold these weapons.
, otherwise it is illegal!
Wan Lin saw Feng Dao and Bao Ya looking towards him. He shook his head and said, "I understand what Jing Heng means. There are indeed many unknown dangers when the three of them, master and disciple, live in this inaccessible mountain."
He then raised his head and looked at the towering peaks outside the temple, and continued: "The last time we discovered the whereabouts of Shazhao, it was because Jing Heng and his senior brother had seen this kid in the mountains. Otherwise, it would be difficult for us to reach him in a short time.
Determine the movement of the razor. At the same time, this also indirectly illustrates the danger of the mages and others."
Wan Lin said, looking down at the eager little monk and explaining: "Jingheng, it is illegal to own guns privately. We cannot do illegal things. Even we soldiers can only carry guns when we are performing tasks.
Walk out of the military camp, so you really can't keep these guns."
As he spoke, he reached into the leather bag held by the young monk, took out three pistols and spare magazines and handed them to Feng Dao and Bao Ya. Feng Dao took the pistol and handed it to Bao Ya, then looked at the young monk with round eyes.
Said: "Jing Heng, according to the rules, these three sabers must also be handed over. Baotou allows you to keep the sabers for self-defense. Why don't you thank Baotou quickly."
The little monk grinned and shouted angrily: "This... what are you thankful for? I... I finally picked three good... good guns, but they were all confiscated by me. I...
Thank you... thank you so much!"
Wan Lin and the others laughed when they heard the young monk's cry. Feng Dao touched the boy's head and said: "Jing Heng, a gun is a good tool for beating enemies, but without training, it is very likely that someone with a gun will
It’s bringing danger to yourself.”
Wan Lin also followed up and said: "Yes, the last time the enemy entered your temple, it was because you had no guns in your hands that the enemy relaxed their vigilance and did not shoot at you directly. Otherwise, no matter how high your martial arts skills are,
You can’t withstand the enemy’s bullets either.”
Feng Dao also quickly persuaded: "Jingheng, Leopard Tou is right. You have participated in battles and know how powerful bullets are. If the enemy enters the temple and first sees you holding a gun in your hand, they will definitely not hesitate.
I hesitated to shoot at you. Your master and senior brother are different from us. They have not been trained. If they hold a gun, they will endanger themselves. Don't you think that's right?"
When the young monk heard Wan Lin and Feng Dao's explanation, he rolled his black eyes and replied hesitantly: "Yes... that's right, I... my master and senior brother really... really don't know how to shoot, but holding... a gun will
It will be more... more dangerous."
He then looked at the empty leather bag and said in frustration: "I...I finally came back and just...just gave Master and Senior Brother these few things. I...I feel hard...
...Uncomfortable..." The kid said, his eye circles were red again, and a layer of crystal tears was already lingering in his eyes.